Chapter 1320 Kiss

When Su Xiangwan woke up, he was already in the hospital.

Into the eyes, it is white mixed with a strong smell of disinfectant water.

She turned her head slightly and looked at her hands. There were many glass cuts on her hands, and blood clots scabbed over.

The wound should have been treated with a little povidone iodine color.

Su Xiangwan felt like he had a dream, a long and difficult dream.

His eyes fell on the man beside the bed. He leaned slightly on her, frowning tightly, and there were a few scratches on his face, and there was still a piece of gray under his eyes.

The corners of Su Xiangwan's lips curled up slightly, and he slowly raised his hand, unable to resist caressing his side face.

However, after one night, there was a little light blue stubble on his face.

Su Xiangwan sighed softly, still alive...It's great.

As if aware of her touch, his eyelashes trembled, and then he opened his eyes.

"Wanwan." Mu Beiting sat up and looked nervously at the woman in front of him.

Su Xiangwan's eyes turned red: "It's me."

Mu Beiting's eyes were also a little sore, and he hugged her tightly, wishing to rub her into his own flesh and blood.

Su Xiangwan slowly raised his hand and gently hugged him back.

"It's good to see you again." Su Xiangwan said softly.

Mu Beiting didn't say anything, just hugged her silently.

After a long time, he slowly let her go: "How is it? Is there any discomfort?"

Su Xiangwan shook his head, looked at his legs and said softly, "Legs...can't seem to move."

"The fracture will take a while." Mu Beiting said in a deep voice.

Su Xiangwan nodded, not too surprised.

When she was at the scene of the fire, her consciousness was a little lax, and the pain was not so obvious when something hit her leg.

But after waking up, he found that his legs seemed to be unable to move, so he guessed that something might be wrong.

"How are Song Ziming and Aunt Han?" Su Xiangwan asked softly.

Mu Beiting was silent for a moment and said, "Song Ziming's legs were broken, his ligaments were broken, and he suffered minor burns. Han Yun's burns were larger and not fatal."

Su Xiangwan breathed a sigh of relief.

He sat up propped up and leaned against the head of the bed only to realize that the man in front of him had a bandaged arm and a plaster cast.

Su Xiangwan's heart tightened: "Are you injured? How is it? Is it serious?"

"It's okay." Mu Beiting lowered his eyes.

"No...show me."

Su Xiangwan first looked at his arm, which was in plaster and must have been fractured.

He unbuttoned him again and took a look, only to see that his shoulders were red and swollen, and his back was also burnt.

Su Xiangwan's eyes were sore.

Without thinking about it, he knew that he must be protecting her, otherwise it would be unreasonable that they were all burned, but she was the only one who was fine.

In fact, after Mu Beiting rushed in, he did rescue Su Xiangwan immediately.

It's just that the fire was already very strong at that time, and if he wanted to protect her, he would inevitably be hit.

He is not a saint, it is impossible to take care of Han Mu and Song Ziming at the same time.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the fire brigade to arrive, and the firefighters rushed in to rescue the people. Mother Han and Song Ziming barely managed to save their lives.

Su Xiangwan gently stroked his wound, choked up and said, "Does it hurt?"

Mu Beiting stared at her with black eyes: "You kiss it and it won't hurt."

With mist in Su Xiangwan's eyes, he chuckled lightly, but really propped himself up and kissed his shoulder.

Her lips were soft and cold, and Mu Beiting was slightly taken aback, but he didn't expect her to actually kiss her.